In ancient history it is something that cannot be pronounced. Or just something we don’t talk about instead take blame or bring loge here through highway. In modern terms it is Fxaxcx. Stuff we don’t talk about, it is a black hole or pure haye. It has to be evaded or traversed in an echelon. This echelon or covering story has to be authored with every occurrence of it. So some part of this story we live rest we observe as a TV show.

Two slices of bread with butter. One glass of milk.

Building confidence isn’t easy here. Last 7 months have been special. You’re not fighting some jealous foe here. There is no villain. It’s just nature. It is just raw man verses the elements. The trips to the highway and the city becoming hazardous for me, I didn’t give up, I got my answers in nature. All that helped and I somehow survived and got back home. I took to arts and some philosophy with self healing. Confidence building is a seamlessly continuous overall ability for me now. God is Great. I love. I’m a peaceful soul.

The Sir curse is what this universe is. Everything here is a mere illusion a trap. So one should build one’s own universe and do ones own confidence building against this mirage called Sir के loge. No one can help anyone while handling this curse and therefore abstain from it. One must build oneself completely by oneself from scratch every time this curse is incurred. Like being completely destroyed then getting recreated all by oneself. Do simple things here, don’t take from anyone ever. Return or endure whatever I’ve taken from anyone. Use and consume only what I make.

This icon is central to the Wes it’s what makes them real for me and keeps it that way, so I have connections and relations in the Wes. But this icon is not a real person. It has characteristics, conditions and sacrifices in leese. Anyone can be bearing this icon for me. Commitments and ambrosias herewith. Sir must have his way here. Everyone dies for him. The chaos is what Sir is for me. And life goes on.

I could be Sir too for someone else here, so on so forth for everybody else.

Other than that everybody is sane. Its like a curse that you endure then pass over to somebody else. It’s cyclical too, so it comes back to me on its own. That’s what I call nature science too.

So everyone here is arrogant, doing their killin, destroying everyone else, then dying in vain too. I’m just a spectator getting hurt on my own. This isn’t a random world everything is happening as it should be happening.

Why should I live I should die too here for someone else. When man was born this world was brought to him by another man. Both bring it to each other. That’s the chaos that one must endure here.

Then is the time to live. To build my home, to build myself.

How many faces are there in this world. How many real people could there be? Just the icon I know of nobody else. That’s how they got here. Of course. They don’t want to be fake. It’s not about levitation at all. Either they have their icon or I don’t exist. So everyone else here is real too. All icons indeed. Connected working together to bring the one here in tandom. Sir is here.

In levitons I can see them clearly, indeed evil devilish in detail. Otherwise they stay normal nothing unusual, not like they’re holding a gun at me. But that’s not their end game. They just want their sir to come here, whatever the repercussion for me. That’s cold indifferent very subtle indirect. Leaving me clueless. I’m alone, if I hurt them then they’re winning. Endure.

After the holiday following the chaos I put myself together and come downstairs to the temple room, sit there waiting. After a while I get attended to by usha sir’s maid. Everyone here is the same faces I once knew, but somethings different. Then I ask for some tea and I wait for it, thinking that I’m now surrounded by all these people now for life. Tea gets served i say nothing else, enquire nothing either. Not like I could escape radius even if I wanted to. I sip up and enjoy the moment. Wonderful.

After the storm, where I remember my body aching, tirelessly working against the storm, with no help at all. Just a dark empty road, no water, no food, no rest. Then some several painful final jolts, then I reach the hut. I just sit in a chair and start relaxing slowly, still feeling ripples. I then go off to sleep with no memory of it when I wake up. It feels like a holiday, like I’ve retired from the world. Nothing connecting me to the previous world at all, it’s over. No obligations or responsibilities remaining. I feel like a holiday. I stay careful thereafter. Mindful of every move. Until the next chaos, I enjoy the calm.